It feels good to have two inches of mud caked onto my clogs. Under my nails. On my pants. It feels good to hoe, turn, and hoe some more. To plant and just know something will grow. It just feels good. The winter crop of kale has been harvested, their spot now occupied by beets.

Chard and turnips- check. Peas and corn- check. Spinach that needs thinning- check.

Rhubarb is growing without even having to work for it. In past years I brought rhubarb back to Arizona when we visited Jeff’s Grandma in Cherokee. It just doesn’t seem right to buy it in a store.

Some pictures of what’s been going on around Marlinton. Our four-footed friends have returned, the Greenbrier River Race, and a whole lot of Abraham.